Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife
Chapter 207:

Chapter 207: Chapter 207:

The screen flashed to life, and the sudden assault of images left Ye Yan stunned in place.

On the wide hospital bed, Li Wanru straddled Fu Xingzhou’s legs, one strap of her slip dress having slipped off to reveal a shoulder as white as jade.

Her hands were wrapped around Fu Xingzhou’s neck, the two seemingly locked in a passionate kiss.

The bodyguard gave Ye Yan a cool look, his tone laced with irony, "With our young miss’s charm, no man can escape, not even Mr. Fu."

"That’s not true," Ye Yan shook her head, "Fu Xingzhou wouldn’t."

"Whether he would or not, aren’t you seeing it very clearly? They seem pretty intense."

Ye Yan glared at him, "You think you’re helping her? Fu Xingzhou will never let Li Wanru go, nor the Li Family. When the time comes, you’ll be the chief culprit who killed your miss."

"You don’t have to tell me these things, and I certainly won’t help you." The bodyguard stood erect, "You just enjoy their splendid performance."

Ye Yan looked back at the screen.

Li Wanru’s back was to her, and by now both straps had slid down, her waist twisting like a snake’s.

From her angle, the two of them seemed to be kissing fiercely, the scene both sensual and heart-wrenching.

Ye Yan closed her eyes, refusing to watch, but the sounds still drilled into her ears, grabbing at her heart, trampling over it repeatedly.

Just when Ye Yan could scarcely bear it any longer, suddenly, a loud bang echoed.

The door was kicked open, followed by a rush of about a dozen men in black.

The bodyguard tried to resist but was quickly subdued.

The leader, a young man wearing a black cap and sucking on a fruit-flavored lollipop, had an innocent face, but his eyes were filled with a bone-chilling seriousness.

"You’re Ye Yan?" He approached her, looking down from above.

Ye Yan met his somber gaze, "I am."

"Aren’t you afraid of me?"

"You’re here to rescue me, why should I be afraid of you?"

"How do you know I’m not here to harm you, in an even worse way than he did?" the young man pointed to the bodyguard lying beaten on the floor.

Ye Yan glanced at his shoulder, "You have a tattoo like Fu Xingzhou’s."

The young man’s collar was casually open. If one didn’t look closely, they wouldn’t notice the tattoo mark on his left shoulder, let alone make out the pattern within it.

Ye Yan hadn’t seen it clearly either, but the location of that tattoo, and the dragon whiskers that extended out, indeed resembled the azure dragon that stretched from Fu Xingzhou’s back to his shoulder.

The young man seemed taken aback, then burst into laughter.

As he untied Ye Yan, he said, "It seems Fu’s judgment is indeed good. A delicate and fragile girl like you, who stays calm in the face of trouble, deserves to stay by his side."

Ye Yan hurriedly looked towards the big screen at the mention of Fu Xingzhou.

On the screen, Li Wanru was nowhere to be seen, only Fu Xingzhou’s face, seemingly anxiously waiting for something.

Wu Gui pressed the remote, "She’s safe, no need to worry anymore."

Fu Xingzhou then faced the screen directly, "Yanyan, can you see me?"

Ye Yan nodded quickly, "I see you, are you alright?"

"I’m fine, how about you, are you hurt?" Having said that, he quickly spotted her wounded wrist.

The fair wrist was a blur of blood and flesh, with meandering traces of blood up her forearm.

The man’s face suddenly darkened like storm clouds, "Who did this?"

"I did it to myself."

Fu Xingzhou caught sight of the ropes beside her, stained with mottled blood.

She must have hurt herself in the struggle to break free from the ropes.

"Let Wu Gui take you back first, I’ll handle the rest."

"Fu Xingzhou, what’s wrong with you?" Ye Yan approached the screen, clearly seeing something was off with Fu Xingzhou.

His complexion unnaturally flushed a feverish red.

"There’s nothing, come back and we’ll talk."

The video call ended before she could react.

"What’s wrong with him?" Ye Yan asked Wu Gui next to her, feeling he might know something.

Wu Gui, playing with a military knife in his hand, answered carelessly, "A trifle, he was drugged."

Drugged?

If Fu Xingzhou could see through Li Wanru’s schemes, how could he be drugged so easily?

What exactly had happened during the time the video call dropped?

Ye Yan was desperate to get back to the hospital to find out the truth.

In the car, she used the medical kit Wu Gui gave her to first clean and disinfect the wound, then skillfully wrapped it up.

Through the rearview mirror, Wu Gui caught a glimpse of her, head bowed, biting her lower lip tightly as if forcibly suppressing her pain.

A thin layer of sweat had appeared on her pale forehead.

Finally, Ye Yan tied a neat butterfly knot on her left wrist and finished up.

A tissue came from the front seat.

"Thank you." She took it and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Wu Gui, chewing gum, smiled nonchalantly.

When they arrived at the hospital, the doctor had just left the ward.

Ye Yan hurriedly pushed the door open.

Her anxious expression caught Fu Xingzhou’s eye, causing him to feel an unexpected joy.

Someone closed the door behind her, leaving them in a private space.

"Come here, let me look at your wound," Fu Xingzhou beckoned from the hospital bed.

Ye Yan approached and presented her wrapped-up wrist to him.

Fu Xingzhou cradled her injured wrist, his face shifting darkly several times.

He probably didn’t want to scare her; when he raised his head again, his expression had returned to gentle calmness, "Should we have a doctor here take a look at this?"

"No need, it’s a superficial wound, it’ll heal with some medication in a few days."

Indeed, the cut from the rope had hurt at the time.

But because she was in a hurry, she ignored the pain.

"What about Li Wanru?"

At the mention of Li Wanru, Fu Xingzhou’s face darkened slightly, "I’ve let her family take her back for strict supervision."

Li Wanru was Li Xiuze’s sister; considering the relationship between Fu Xingzhou and Li Xiuze, he would naturally not dispose of her casually.

But if the Li Family wanted to downplay this incident, they would likely pay a hefty price.

"Isn’t she your intended marriage partner? You don’t have to be so hard on yourself," Ye Yan said, placing her hand on the gauze of her left wrist and gently rubbing it.

"Could I take that as you being jealous?" Fu Xingzhou suddenly reached out, pulled her onto his lap, and wrapped one arm around her slender waist.

How could she still be so thin even during pregnancy?

If he had not seen her pregnancy check-up records, he would have thought she was malnourished.

"You’re overthinking it." Ye Yan tried to stand up hastily but was firmly held down by him.

Even through a layer of fabric, his palm on her waist was searing hot.

Ye Yan sensed something was off and quickly raised her hand to check his forehead temperature.

The temperature was normal, but his behavior was indeed strange.

Fu Xingzhou took her hand and placed it on his side, "I didn’t kiss that Li Wanru."

She recalled seeing Li Wanru wriggling on his lap, his head buried in her chest.

Such an image was indeed provocative.